So my cousin Jake and I take 6239 to a high school homecoming dance in Atlanta where the theme is "Back to the Future." The lady who met us was really nice, but the experience was rather surreal as most, if not all, of the teenagers who arrived had never seen "Back to the Future," and had little interest in the DeLorean's presence. In fact, in a strange turn of events, the boys were less interested than the girls. It's usually the other way around.
I don't have an issue with people not being interested in the vehicle. To each their own. What weirded me out was the pondering over why they would throw a theme that none of the kids could relate to. Then there was this professor who showed up as Doc Brown, but he insisted on wearing horn-rimmed glasses and did a lot of screaming about "3.43 kilowatts" and the flux capacitor and being stuck in 2010. Hmm...
I should have known upon seeing teenagers pull up in Maseratis, and with all of the boys sporting a Justin Bieber haircut, that this was no ordinary crowd. Jake and I spent the time hanging back and drinking Pepsi Throwbacks while amusing ourselves with our own conversations. It was nice in that they set up smoke machines behind the vehicle, but the effect was all but impossible to capture on camera as you will see below.
One dad who pulled up asked, "How did you get it here? Is it even roadworthy?" I found this comment rather contemptible. The car looks brand new and there were no trailers in the small parking lot to indicate I had towed it or trailered it to the location. So there we were, stuck between late-model baby boomer parents with little more than sarcasm toward the DeLorean and Gen-Y 17-year-olds who couldn't have cared less.
But, as I said before, the lady who met us and had asked us to be there was a classy person and a joy to be around and seemed to have a genuine love of the 1980s and the DeLorean sports car, so that made it all worth it.
No comments:
Post a Comment